Post by eagle on May 1, 2013 19:20:36 GMT -5
Ok... some years ago I went for a Sigmoidoscopy...... and was awake during the whole thing. They also ballooned me .... he asked if I wanted to do it "now" , and I told him.... "well, I'm sure not coming back" .... so he did. There was a 'restricted area' , thus the reason for the ballooning.
Ok... you hear this machine .... like a big bladder with it doing this long drawn out "SUCKING" in of air, like an expert bowman drawing slowly back on a long bow, which instantly gives you the feeling of "UH OH, this isn't going to be good" ..... then BLAM . The best way I can describe this is, it's like someone put a hand grenade in your intestines and pulled the pin. It's like a mass explosion, which you instantly feel thru every nerve in your entire body ... all at the same time.
If you don't believe in God, it doesn't matter, at that point..... YOU WILL BE talking to God and shouting his name, and you will swear not only did everyone for 5 miles hear you, but that heavens opened and God himself heard you too.
The good part is ... in some 15-20 seconds.... the pain is all gone.
I don't know why , didn't make sense to me, but after that I was "out" . Yep, after it's all over and done.... THEN I go 'out' ? Are you kidding me ? Really ?
Ok, I wake up in the "recovery" room (that word really sucks... recovery)..... and as I'm 'coming to' and trying to come out of the "fog" ... every time a nurse walks by.... she starts laughing hysterically. This continues ... with several nurses walking by, and each one looking over and then laughing.
No one will tell my why they are laughing. Finally my wife comes into the little curtained area and I asked her why this was happening..... and she began laughing. OK, this is enough of this. She then tells me .... "while you were out" , you weren't really unconscious....... in fact, you went into an entire comedy routine .... like a stand up comedian, telling joke after joke, and making all kinds of funny comments about the "procedure" (she's laughing as she is telling me about this). She said it got to the point, that ALL of the nurses & the Dr had come in here to listen to you .... and you had everyone in here laughing so hard they were in tears. And you were on a roll, you kept going for about 30 minutes. Then she commented, you really don't remember any of that ?
Nope, I missed it. ........ but apparently they all enjoyed it. When the Dr came in to check me before he released me..... he laughed and told me .... "everyone's going to be talking about this day for awhile".
You know that feeling ... where you aren't sure you want to walk into that place again and see those people again... because something happened that you aren't privey too, but you feel you are the blunt of the joke ? You know, kind of like being the guy walking down the hall after leaving the bathroom, with toilet paper hanging out the back of his pants .............
Ok... you hear this machine .... like a big bladder with it doing this long drawn out "SUCKING" in of air, like an expert bowman drawing slowly back on a long bow, which instantly gives you the feeling of "UH OH, this isn't going to be good" ..... then BLAM . The best way I can describe this is, it's like someone put a hand grenade in your intestines and pulled the pin. It's like a mass explosion, which you instantly feel thru every nerve in your entire body ... all at the same time.
If you don't believe in God, it doesn't matter, at that point..... YOU WILL BE talking to God and shouting his name, and you will swear not only did everyone for 5 miles hear you, but that heavens opened and God himself heard you too.
The good part is ... in some 15-20 seconds.... the pain is all gone.
I don't know why , didn't make sense to me, but after that I was "out" . Yep, after it's all over and done.... THEN I go 'out' ? Are you kidding me ? Really ?
Ok, I wake up in the "recovery" room (that word really sucks... recovery)..... and as I'm 'coming to' and trying to come out of the "fog" ... every time a nurse walks by.... she starts laughing hysterically. This continues ... with several nurses walking by, and each one looking over and then laughing.
No one will tell my why they are laughing. Finally my wife comes into the little curtained area and I asked her why this was happening..... and she began laughing. OK, this is enough of this. She then tells me .... "while you were out" , you weren't really unconscious....... in fact, you went into an entire comedy routine .... like a stand up comedian, telling joke after joke, and making all kinds of funny comments about the "procedure" (she's laughing as she is telling me about this). She said it got to the point, that ALL of the nurses & the Dr had come in here to listen to you .... and you had everyone in here laughing so hard they were in tears. And you were on a roll, you kept going for about 30 minutes. Then she commented, you really don't remember any of that ?
Nope, I missed it. ........ but apparently they all enjoyed it. When the Dr came in to check me before he released me..... he laughed and told me .... "everyone's going to be talking about this day for awhile".
You know that feeling ... where you aren't sure you want to walk into that place again and see those people again... because something happened that you aren't privey too, but you feel you are the blunt of the joke ? You know, kind of like being the guy walking down the hall after leaving the bathroom, with toilet paper hanging out the back of his pants .............
